Morning glory with a parade of plants reaching for the golden sun. As always, I spy the strong just-whipped cappuccino poised for savoring in my mother’s cottage green mug. The memories now evoked, it’s going to be a glorious day.
Morning glory with a parade of plants reaching for the golden sun. As always, I spy the strong just-whipped cappuccino poised for savoring in my mother’s cottage green mug. The memories now evoked, it’s going to be a glorious day.
I am not a bird snob. Leaving the countryside this winter found me in a rush to get the boxes packed, the truck filled, the truck unfilled, the boxes emptied, the stuff set up, the apartment filled and christened as my new home. The larger life of the last three decades has been simmered down …
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